Well you obviously came here to hear the tales of a man of great honor and respect... a man who's very name quickens your pulse and moistens your crotch... a man who People Magazine once named "The Best of the Best"... saddly that man moved on sometime ago, and I moved into his place... So what you get instead are the broken thoughts of a man who is rarely called a "man" by anyone. Oh you also get some random art too...
If there was a single word that could describe me, it sure as hell wouldn't have any damn random silent letters in it, like pneumonia or Wednesday, thats for sure... but it most likely would have a "Q" or "Z" in it... hell maybe even the number 8... who knows.
I live by 2 rules:
1) Never eat anything bigger than your own head.
B) Never list anything by letter